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THE TWIN

*sexual content, gore, reverse harem* Satrya had taken over the body of her sister who was legally pronounced dead...with this, the downside becomes, a woman who is ignorant in the way of the world she has entered into. The upside; Tasties, grand Matriarch, World core and most importantly Mates. With the bits and pieces of her sister’s memories, Satrya is sort of surviving in a world that she had once looked at from within the darkness. Spending time to gain the knowledge that she lacks while failing at times. This story is about how Satrya learns through trial and error on becoming the Grand Matriach of the Lyricals, her previous life and survival with her mates. Side note: this book is a reverse harem. if this is not your cup of tea, do not continue reading further if you find it offensive. This book also includes smut. With all-male leads ending up with female lead. Satrya also has both explicit language and scenes... but as it goes on... It will be explained, in better detail. So don’t feel annoyed with the amount of fs she uses. This is my first published book, so please don’t rate me to hard...??? Original work by me

SUPER_WEIRDO · Fantaisie
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152 Chs

This damn dragon (explicit scenes)

{If this is not your cup of tea please do not read any further, the next 10 or so chapters will have explicit scenes,}

A flick of my nub forced me to cry out in pure pleasure and moisture to pool even more, ah this bed--the damn dragon!

My betraying body!

"Satrya, do you even know how I felt to see and not able to touch...how I wanted to taste you for such a long time?"

His voice entered my ears, brain, body and by the gods my soul!

I have no idea if I had been simply to 'thirsty' for so long or wha' but by all that is eh... Ah... Holy, I have been seduced.

My half-lidded eyes stared at his devastatingly handsome form which seemed quite serious albeit filled with wonder, rapture, Lust and other things I could not or was unwilling to decipher.

Releasing the nub in his mouth with a wet pop drawing a silver of salvia with him, I think... I think... Think I have creamed my... My... Self once again.